Disclaimer's Note: I own nada.

Author's Note: ::cries:: I abadoned my Twunkies and Gowhan for so long!

Mirai Gohan: And why should we forgive you? What's your excuse?

VT:uhh... school?

Trunks: Not buying it.

VT: New website!

Trunks: You still could have wrote.

VT: New story!

Gohan: Why isn't it on FF.net?

VT: It's an MB/RPG/Story. ^^;;

Gohan: Get her!

VT: AhH!

Chapter Five

            Brett catered to the every need of the sick Saiyans for the next few days. Anything they wished he immediately brought to them.

            Bulma had called a few times to check up on Trunks, and Brett had an elaborate plan to fool Bulma. He had even written up scripts for Trunks to read from while talking to his mother. Brett wanted to make sure no slip up occurred.

            Gohan had little say to about their whole charade, and often tried to ignore the fact that they were lying to Bulma.

            There was little cause for alarm for awhile,  until the unavoidable happened.

            Brett had left early in the morning to buy more groceries, leaving Trunks and Gohan alone in the apartment.

            Alone. Feeling better. Together. Same bed.

            Even Gohan had to admit that he was surprised that Brett had left them there. Trunks slept late though, leaving Gohan flipping through the channels, vaguely wondering why they even put some shows on.

            However, Trunks rolled over in his sleep, right on top of Gohan. Gohan stared at the teenager, waiting any moment for the purple haired prince to peek open one of his eyes and grin at his joke.

            But he didn't.

            Gohan desparetly wanted to get out from underneath Trunks, but didn't want to wake him up while he was sleeping so peacefully. But to horror he felt himself begin to get aroused. And considering the fact that the two of them were only dressed in their boxers...

            "Trunks..." he hissed through his teeth.

            Trunks didn't stir.

            "Trunks." Gohan said a little louder.

            Still no movement.

            "TRUNKS!" Gohan suddenly roared.

            Trunks jumped up with a little yelp, and tumbled off the bed.

            Gohan leaned over and stared at the kid on the floor.

            "Mmm... what Gohan?"

            Gohan couldn't help but laugh out loud at the half asleep demi-saiyan. His hair was mussed, and all over the place, and he had a strange look of tiredness plastered on his face.

            "Nothing..." Gohan continued to laugh.

            "Why did you wake me up then?" Trunks asked, becoming mroe alert. "I was sleeping peacefully."

            "Yeah. Right on top of me!" Gohan answered, tears coming out of his eyes from laughing so hard.

            "Oh..." Trunks said, turning bright red.

            "Don't worry. I enjoyed it." Gohan added slyly.

            Trunks smirked as he climbed back into the bed and wrapped his arms around Gohan's waist.

            "Good..." Trunks whispered.

            "Don't worry koi..." Gohan said, kissing Trunks's face gently.

            Trunks began to return the kisses, gently running his fingers over Gohan's rock hard muscles.

            Gohan pressed his lips against Trunks's velvety lips, and heard Trunks's give a tiny moan of pleasure, as Gohan pushed his tongue inside Trunks's mouth. He explored the tiny mouth, as Trunks's own tongue rushed to meet his own.

            Then he felt Trunks's hands reach for his boxers. The only piece of clothing separating them from the ultimate step of love making.

            Gohan took a deep breath, as he ended the kiss, and put his hand on Trunks's chest.

            "Are you sure?" he questioned, staring into sky blue eyes.  

            Trunks looked at Gohan for a moment, and gave a little smile.

            "Of course I'm sure. I love you Gohan. That's all that matters..." Trunks answered.

            Gohan released Trunks, letting the teenager begin to expose him.

            However, suddenly the door opened, and Brett came in, rambling something, and not looking up yet, as he studied something he had bought. Suddenly he did look up from whatever he was holding.

            "Ahh... BLOODY HELL! Gohan what the fuck are you thinking? Trunks get out of here! NOW!" Brett yelled.

            Trunks looked to Gohan, sadly.

            "Do as he says." Gohan whispered. "Go into the living room."

            Trunks passed, hanging his head, and Brett shut the door behind him, but he could still hear Brett's ranting.

            "What in all the hells are you thinking Gohan? HE'S THIRTEEN! Thirteen, Gohan. Don't go fucking him! He's too young!" Brett started.

            "He knows what he wants! He's not a child. Nobody can be a child in our world, Brett!" Gohan protested.

            "And it's up for you to say no then! It's up to you to be responsible because you're the older one! There is to be no sex in this house! I mean, for Kami's sake, what were you thinking?! How thick can you be?" Brett continued.

            "I know..." Gohan whispered.

            "Then why?" Brett asked, as he stopped yelling finally.

            "I don't know... I love him so much.... I don't want to ever lose him..." Gohan said, staring at the ground.

            Brett stared at the window for a moment, becoming softer.

            "I know.... I know you love him, Gohan. I know he loves you. I know you two belong together... But you have to remember he still is younger. He may not be.... ready for everything yet, even though he may believe he is."

            "You're right."

            Trunks felt a little burst of anger as he listened to his koibito admit that they weren't ready for love. Why did Brett have the right to say that he wasn't ready?

            Brett walked out of the room, and looked at the upset teenager.

            "I know you're angry at me. And you have every right to be. But... think about what I've said, please Trunks? You'll realize what I mean..." Brett pleaded.

            Trunks nodded, trying to ignore the tears gathering in his eyes.

            "Thank you..." Brett said quietly, and then went into the kitchen to put the groceries away, as though he was trying to pretend nothing had occurred.

            Trunks went silently back into the bedroom, where Gohan was still sitting on the edge of the bed.

            "Gohan...?" Trunks asked, his voice a whisper.

            Gohan looked up, and smiled. Trunks realized that he had tears in his dark eyes too.

            "It's  okay Trunks..." Gohan whispered. "Brett is right..."

            Trunks let out a low sob, and ran over to the bed, and Gohan gathered him in his arms.

            "Why? Why is he right?" Trunks cried. "I love you..."

            "I know... I know you do. But what Brett says is right... And it's just because you can't understand why he is right, is why he is right."

            "That doesn't make sense..." Trunks whispered.

            "It will one day koi... Now go clean up. We'll go do something tonight." Gohan answered kissing Trunks on the forehead.

            Trunks sighed, but nodded, as he grabbed some clothes and headed into the bathroom to take a shower.

            Brett stepped back into the room a moment later.

            "Is he okay?"

            "He will be..." Gohan answered.

            "Where are you two going tonight?" Brett asked.

            Gohan smiled as he looked up.

            "The three of use are going to go do something fun tonight...."

            Brett shook his head.

            "Why do I know this is going to be trouble?"

Author's Note: ::smirks:: I honestly don't know why it took me so long to write. I mean I knew what was going to be in this chapter and the next one for so long! I guess I was just lazy... Anyway, I have a new website, which is really fun! It's not a normal website... it's more like a collection of clubs devoted to anime characters. Like there's, Miroku Bodyguards, and Gohan Lovers. Anyway check it out: www.geocities.com/power_of_vegetaztwin/index.html